Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.